Friday 16 April 2010

Of smelted core and drifting shallows

play a tune of a summer breeze,

of half life and a distant land,

in the brazenness of molten cheese

find a castle in the sand

 

let the lack not defeat the lustre

the wooden bowl with the silver spoon

let vanity not make you fluster

a broken chord with the silver moon

 

let the firefly flicker the candle supreme

and trounce the troll under the bridge tonight

let ecstasy crest the trough of my dream

and carry me in the hem of her flight

 

beyond the wall of destiny’s fire

the crackled thorn in the skin of one

the future shrinks back into the shire

and the past lies dead and done

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful!

Entrances ones imagination. Reminds one of the quaint melody filled moments.

Exquisite!

Anonymous said...

Beautiful!

Entrances ones imagination. Reminds one of the quaint melody filled moments.

Exquisite!

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

Straight outta LOTR it seems!
:D
Nice one!

thusspakerono said...

oh brillianto! each phrase penetrates the senses like the T-1000's pointy finger and plays hide n seek with the cerebral cortex -specifically the third coil in the lower half of the frontal lobe of the reader as a thick, viscous veneer of utterly frustrating confusion descends upon him like hot chocolate sauce on vanilla sundae or a Babu on a victim, oh the trauma, my eyes! (Kind Lord do spare thy son), I am talking about quaint melody filled moments like the first dump in a diaper, the first red mark on your grade card, your first joint, the first booger excavation mission and your first bout of blood dysentry... exquisite..beautiful indeed...exquisite..anonymous indeed!

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